The other evening, Dylan was watching some sort of "Great Moments in Dodger History" show, and of course it got to the '88 World Series against the Oakland A's - - Orel Hershisher and the great Kirk Gibson moment, and I felt myself getting emotional about it because it really is such a great story. I remembered that John and I saw it together as it happened, in my parents' living room, the year before we were married. I didn't know a darn thing about baseball then, so I tried to remember if I even realized at the time what I was seeing. I don't think I could've comprehended the magnitude of the moment because I didn't have the appreciation of the game that I have now.
But then I saw Mickey Hatcher, and I remembered how much I adored watching him play, how his complete gung-ho spirit was so infectious that even a newbie like me could appreciate his obvious love of the game. So maybe I did get caught up in the moment.
Thank you, Johnny, for giving me baseball. I know we don't watch it as much as we should, and I miss those "gawd, I love THIS GAME" nail-biting moments. So maybe you should take me out to a ballgame...and buy me some peanuts and crackers, Jack! ;)
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